"Thank you." It wasn't much of a comment, but Hel couldn't think what was appropriate. It was hardly befitting a queen, even one such as herself, to bad-mouth her pantheon to a stranger. It was unseemly, somehow, which was why she had toned down her version of the story as she had.
"Oh, yes." She was enjoying herself, and almost hated to switch gears back to the purpose of her visit, but Helga was waiting for an answer and Hel had promised to help. "Her name is Helga. Her father is from the North, but died when she was a child. Naturally, she was brought to me because of her father, but she was raised by a Greek mother and thinks she should be here."
Briefly, she filled in the gaps, explaining Helga's stance of being more familiar with the Greek pantheon, and that it was where her heart was.
"So, I told her I would speak with you." Hel had absolutely no qualms with turning over a subject to Hades. Better she be where she could be happy for her eternal rest, than unhappy in a place she was forced into, through no fault of her own. From her brief time spent with the Lord of this realm, she suspected Hades would have much the same thought process. It was obvious he ruled his realm as she did, with honor and feeling.